Each Friday night after work, my Uncle Boudreaux would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison (deer) steak. But, all of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholic, and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday.
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The Priest - Father Bob came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Boudreaux attended Mass, and as the Father Bob sprinkled Holy Water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."
Well, as you can imagine, Uncle Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved. That is, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The Father Bob was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Boudreaux's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood my Uncle Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of Holy Water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted, "You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish."
Woo hoo! Yeah you right. Ole Uncle Boudreaux ain't no fool, no! Cajuns do what they must in order to survive -even in the toughest of situations!
Have a wonderful day!